Lyrics:
I cut my teeth on gumbo rock
Benny Spellman and Doctor John
Sweet Irma Thomas and Frog man Henry
Use to boogie woogie all night long
Tho I love rock and roll the acoustic guitar
Was the only way I had of becoming a star
I knew it recognized and traveling around
But they won't play my record in my ol' hometown
If I had saxophones
Big baritone, cleanin' up the muddy breaks
If I had Saxophones
I could get some recognition from
That Mobile Alabama DJ
Livin' by the ocean sometimes I get the notion
To take my Jane to Alabama
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it the Shipwreck lounge
Well, we get kinda drunk and we play rock and roll
Grabbin' everybody right down in their soul
When we get to cookin' something's still wrong
There's still something missing from them good old songs
If we had saxophones
Big baritone, cleaning up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could make that joint shimmy like a big
California earthquake
If we had saxophone
Big baritone, cleaning up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophone
I could get some recognition from
That Mobile Alabama DJ
Lily love that's a
Beautiful name
Your precious gifts are not the same
Since they faded away
The song so distant
But it still rings true your
Beautiful hands were rudely used
To make things pay
Every minute of every day
You don't get angry `bout what`s taken away
Is only real life
Every second of eternal light
Piercing through this sorrowful night
Will bring the sad heart
The cold heart
To love again
Last night I dreamed of
Henry Thomas in the
Delta light his rusty pipes
They drifted away
Standing in some
Dusty patch
It felt so close that I could almost catch
His breath on me
Every minute of every day
You don't get angry `bout what`s been taken away
Is only real life
Every second of eternal light
Piercing through this sorrowful night
Will make the sad heart
The cold heart
To love again
Every minute of every day
You don't get angry `bout what`s been taken away
Is only real life
Every second of eternal light
Piercing through this sorrowful night
Will make the sad heart
The cold heart
To love again
Last night I dreamed of
Henry Thomas and the blues
Or would you just have to leave
We measure our days out
In steps of uncertainty
Not turning to see how we've come
And peer down the highway
From here to eternity
And reach out for love on the run
While the man for all seasons
Is lost behind the sun
Henry Plantagenet still looks for someone
To bring good news in his hour of doubt
While Thomas More waits in the Tower of London
Watching the sands running out
And measures the hours out
From here to oblivion
In actions that can't be undone
A sailor through the darkness
He scans the meridian
And caught by the first rays of dawn
The man for all seasons
Is lost beneath the storm
And I should know by now
I should know by now
I hear them call it out all around
Oh, they go
There's nothing to believe in
Hear them,
Just daydreams, deceiving
They'll just let you down
What if you reached the age of reason
Only to find there was no reprieve
Would you still be a man for all seasons?
Lily love that's a
Beautiful name
Your precious gifts are not the same
Since they faded away
The song so distant
But it still rings true your
Beautiful hands were rudely used
To make things pay
Every minute of every day
You don't get angry 'bout what's taken away
Is only real life
Every second of eternal light
Piercing through this sorrowful night
Will bring the sad heart
The cold heart
To love again
Last night I dreamed of
Henry Thomas in the
Delta light his rusty pipes
They drifted away
Standing in some
Dusty patch
It felt so close that I could almost catch
His breath on me
Every minute of every day
You don't get angry 'bout what's been taken away
Is only real life
Every second of eternal light
Piercing through this sorrowful night
Will make the sad heart
The cold heart
To love again
Every minute of every day
You don't get angry 'bout what's been taken away
Is only real life
Every second of eternal light
Piercing through this sorrowful night
Will make the sad heart
The cold heart
To love again
Last night I dreamed of
Henry Thomas and the blues
Can you imagine the terror they felt
Not just the thousands of doomed brothers
But their mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
Wives, daughters, sons, neighbors
Who, somehow, carried on…
Voices keep singin’
To my heart, to my heart
Voices keep singin’
To my heart, to my heart
George Meadows, John Sleet,
Bud Wilson, Robert Mosley,
Frank Griffin, Tobe Williams,
Jim Tate, Henry Smith,
John Dances, Elrod Hudson,
Jeff Densman, Zachariah
Monroe Waters, Jeff Thomas,
Mack Brown, Jesse Underwood,
Brade Porter, James Sims,
John Brown, Harry Hinton,
John Johnson, William Webb,
Berry Roden, Jim Roden,
Will Carter,
Jim Packard,
John Packard,
Moses Johnson…
Fair Annie
Adieu, Audie fair Annie did say for twelve months and one day
It’s twelve months be rolling around; Fair Annie thought the time being long
She took her spy glass in her hands and out of doors she went
She looked to East, West, both North and South, and looked all under the sun
She thought she saw Lord Thomas a-coming, bringing his new briden home
She called her own seven sons, your father brings your stepmother home
Come down, come down dear mother they did say, some clothing to put on
Saying, all of his merry, merry, merry maids might as well come as one
Fair Annie she had a silken towel hanging on a silver pin
And she wiped out her watery eyes as she walked out and in
The rest of them drunk ale, beer and wine,
But Fair Annie drunk cold well water to keep her spirits alive
I wish my songs were seven greyhounds and I was a fox on a hill
And they might have more breath than I, and they might worry me down
It’s who is your father dear, and who is your mother
And who is your brother dear and who is your sister
King Henry he’s my own father dear, Queen Chatry’s my mother
Prince Dudley he’s my own brother dear, and Fair Annie she’s my own sister
If King Henry he’s your own father dear, Queen Chatry she’s your own mother
Prince Dudley is your own brother dear, I’ll ensure you I’m your sister
We have seven ships all on the sea, they’re loaded to the brim
And five of them I’ll give to you, and two will carry me home
We’ll have Lord Thomas burned
There's a room in a house in a street in a manor in a borough
That's part of a city that is generally referred to as London
It's a dark place, a mysterious place
And it is said that if you're born within the sound of Bow-Bells
You have the necessary qualifications to be christened a Londoner
[It's a cruel place, it's a hard place]
But when you think back to all the great Londoners
William Blake, Charles Dickens, Dick Whittington,
Pearly kings, barrow boys, Arthur Daley, Max Wall
And don't forget the Kray twins
But if you're ever up on Highgate Hill on a clear day
You can see right down to Leicester Square [London, London]
Crystal Palace, Clapham Common, right down to Streatham Hill
North and South, I feel that I'm a Londoner still [London, London]
Chiswick Bridge to Newham and East Ham
Churchbells ring out through the land
You were born in London, England
[London, London, through the dark alley-ways and passages of London]
And there's a tap by a reservoir, leading to a stream,
That turns into a river estuary that eventually opens to the sea
[London, London]
And there's a docker by a wharf, sending cargo overseas,
Unloading foreign trade from a large ocean vessel
In the mighty metropolitan port of London
[London, London, through the dark alley-ways and passages of London]
When I think of all the Londoners still unsung
East-enders, West-enders, Oriental-enders
Fu Manchu, Sherlock Holmes, Jack Spock, Henry Cooper,
Thomas A'Becket, Thomas Moore, and don't forget the Kray twins
There's a part of me that says "Get out"
Then one day I'll hear somebody shout
"Sounds to me like you come from London Town"
But if you're ever up on Highgate Hill on a clear day,
I'll be there [I'll be there]
Yes I will be there [there]
Through the dark alley-ways and passages of London, London
London, London, through the dark alley-ways and passages of London, London
London, London, through the dark alley-ways and passages of London, London
We're not saying it's gonna make you smarter
But it might make you more interesting
Aaron Sorkin wrote his best while
He was smokin' crack
Amphetamines were the favorite means of
Ayn Rand and Kerouac
Charlie Dickens told the tale
On opiates we know
So did Burroughs, Huxley, Oscar Wilde
And Edgar Allen Poe
If everyone was sober
Could you call this country free?
Would we maintain our ethics and ingenuity?
Two of them, they didn't make the grade
And they felt the blade,
King Henry's horrid blade
There it goes
There it goes
Henry Tudor, chubby, chubby
Not the very kindest hubby
So like the poor Sir Thomas Moore
Like him they are no more
And their necks are feeling very, very sore
Henry, Henry, Henry Tudor
Henry, Henry, rather grumpy king
George Eliot: George reads German
Emile Zola: J'accuse
Henry James: Howdy Miss Wharton!
Thomas Hardy: Ooo-arrr!
Joseph Conrad: I'm a bloody boring writer...
George Henry Jacson,Thomas Earl Iii Jones
FORTALECE A TUA IGREJA
Henry Maxwell Wright/Thomas John William
Fortalece a tua Igreja,
Ó bendito Salvador!
Dá-lhe tua plena graça
Vem, renova seu vigor.
FORTALECE A TUA IGREJA
Henry Maxwell Wright/Thomas John William
Fortalece a tua Igreja,
Ó bendito Salvador!
Dá-lhe tua plena graça
Vem, renova seu vigor.
Mother Edison worked late each night
It went well until the fading light
Little Thomas Alva Edison said
"I'll grow up to be
A great inventor and I'll make a
Lamp to help my mommy see
Wowee!
You know Patrick Henry
didn't "Give
me liberty or give me a urine sample" now did he? Aw we sure enough
rockin' out, Skid.
A ballad by Henry Clay Work, originally published in 1864
Researched by Betty Thomas.
Nicodemus the slave was of African birth and was bought for a bag full of gold; He was reckoned to be of the salt of the earth, but he died years ago very old.
BGV's: Thomas Anderson Pebble Creek Studio, Durham, NC
Strings arranged by: Thomas Anderson
I come home from work and I get home and I shout hooray
You know I'm headin' straight for my bottle of Tanqueray
I got my Glenmorangie and my Chivas Regal
You know everything I got is strictly legal
I got a house full of liquor
But ain't nobody drinkin' with me
Entiendes Mendes, yo no soy pendejo
cll the time I'se got is 12 years añejo
I got my Thomas Henry tonic and my slice of cucumber
Yeah I'm dead tired but I got no time to slumber
I got a house ...
They're two, they're four, they're six, they're eight
Shunting trucks and hauling freight
Red and green and brown and blue
They're the really useful crew
All with different roles to play
Round Tidmouth Sheds so far away
Down the hills and round the bends
Thomas and his friends
Thomas he's the cheeky one
James is vain but lots of fun
Percy pulls the mail on time
Gordon thunders down the line
Emily really knows her stuff
Henry toots and huffs and puffs
Edward wants to help and share
Toby, well let's say, he's square
They're two, they're four, they're six, they're eight
Shunting trucks and hauling freight
Red and green and brown and blue
They're the really useful crew
All with different roles to play
Round Tidmouth Sheds so far away
Down the hills and round the bends
Thomas and his friends
They're two, they're four, they're six, they're eight
Shunting trucks and hauling freight
Red and green and brown and blue
They're the really useful crew
All with different roles to play
Round Tidmouth Sheds so far away
Down the hills and round the bends
Thomas and his friends
Yes, I'm a Romantic, overly sentimental
Something of a hero worshiper, And I do
Not apologize for this
Instead, I revere Hemingway
At the end of his endurance, Sticking the
Barrel of the gun into his trembling mouth
And I think
Of Van Gogh slicing off part of his ear
For a whore and then blasting
Himself away in the cornfield
Then there was Chatterton drinking rat
Poison (an extremely painful way to die
Even if you are a plagiarist)
And Ezra Pound dragged through
The dusty streets of Italy in a cage
And later confined to a madhouse
Celine robbed, hooted at, tormented by
The French
Fitzgerald who finally quit drinking
Only to drop dead soon thereafter
Mozart in a pauper's grave beethoven deaf
Bierce vanishing into the
Wastelands of Mexico
Hart Crane leaping over the ship's rail and
Into the propeller
Tolstoy accepting Christ and giving all his
Possessions the poor
T lautrec with his short, deformed
Body and perfectly developed
Spirit, Drawing everything he
Saw and more
DH lawrence dying of TB
And preparing his own ship of death
While writing his last
Great poems li Po
Setting his poems on fire
And sailing them down the river
Sherwood Anderson dying of peritonitis
After swallowing a toothpick
(he was at a party driking
Martinis when
The olive went in, Toothpick and
All) socrates drinking
Hemlock with a smile
Nietzsche gone mad
De Quincey addicted to opium
Dostoevski standing blindfolded before a
Firing squad hamsun eating his own
Flesh harry Crosby commiting
Suicide hand in hand with his whore
Tchaikovsky trying to
Evade his homosexuality by marrying a female
Opera star henry Miller, in his old
Age, obsessed with young Oriental
Girls john Dos Passos going
From fervent left-winger
To ultraconservative republican
Aldous Huxley taking visionary
Drugs and reaping imaginary riches
Brahms in his youth, Working on ways
To build a powerful body
Because he felt that the mind was not enough
Villon barred from Paris, Not for his ideas
But rather because he was a thief
Thomas Wolfe who felt he couldn't
Go home again until
He was famous
And Faulkner: When he got his morning mail
He'd hold the envelope up to the light
And if couldn't see a check in there
He'd throw it away
William Burroughs who shot and killed his
Wife (he missed the apple
On her head)
Norman Mailer knifing his wife no apple
Involved salinger not believing
The world was worth writing for:
Jean Julius Christian Sibelius
A proud and beautiful man
Composer of powerful music
Who after his 40th year
Went into hiding and was seldom seen
Again nobody is sure who
Shakespeare was
Nightlife killed Truman capote
Allen Ginsberg becoming a college
Professor william Saroyan marrying the
Same woman twice (but
By then he wasn't going anywhere
Anyhow) john Fante being sliced away
Bit by bit by the surgeon's knife
Before my very eyes
Robinson Jeffers
(the proudest poet of them all) writing
Begging letters to those in power
Of course there's more to tell
And I could go on and on
But even I (the Romantic)
Begin to tire
Still these men and women past and present-
Have created and are creating new worlds for
The rest of us
Despite the fire and despite the ice
Despite the hostility of governments
Despite the ingrown distrust of the masses
Only to die singly
And usually alone
You've got to admire them all
For the courage, For the effort
For their best and at their worst
Some gang!
If you decline, I'll throw you in the mud,
But I could spare you like Charles did for Thomas Blood.
Why'd I think our story was unparalleled? Cause
Damn
Your new girl looks just like me
Same hair, new clothes but not quite royalty
You've got some nerve waltzing so carefree
Look out cause I'll pull a Henry V3
Damn
Your new girl looks just like me
Same hair, new clothes but not quite royalty
You've got some nerve waltzing so carefree
Look out
I'll pull a Henry V3
Your love was damned with honey and venom of gold.
It was back in history's page
The story's told
Of a Napper Tandy, brave and bold
With his scarlet and green, he then was seen
With his big long gun and his fighting men
And they beat at the drum
They fired their gun
And they shook the English establishment
And the Lords and the Peers
They then put fears
And Grattan got his Parliament
So here's to those great protestant men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
For the brave United Irishmen
In Belfast town there lived a man
And his name was Samuel Neilson
A minister's son, Presbyterian
Had a paper called the Northern Star
There was Henry Joy, the Green Volunteers
And Thomas Russell and McCabe and McTeir
And to them was known a man Wolfe Tone
And they formed the first United Men
So here's to those great protestant men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
For the brave United Irishmen
Sow your laws with dragons teeth
And then you'll see
That you've sowed the seeds of bigotry
Be England's fool, divide they'll rule
So they set to break the United Men
And they killed them in the
Fields and some in jail
And some upon the gallows high
When Willie Orr died his very last cry
Was "Unite and fight, brave Irishmen"
So here's to those great protestant men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
For the brave United Irishmen
Cast dissensions to the wind
Let all men lend
To the common name of an Irishman
For across history's page to rant and rage
Men crossed the pails of bigotry
There was the men of '98 no sadder fate
Lord Edward, Tone and the brothers Sheares
It was Emmet's plea in 18 and 3
When he tried to set our country free
So here's to those great protestant men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
For the brave United Irishmen
Just like Marie Curie
I'll build bridges to bring people close
Just like an engineer does
I'll invent new things to light the world
Just like Thomas Edison
When I grow up
When I grow up
I wanna help build a better world
When I grow up
When I grow up
I wanna help build a better world
When I grow up
When I grow up
I could be a firefighter
And help to put out all the flames
Or I could be a botanist
Improve the crops that people eat
Or come up with new recipes
Like George Washington Carver did
Or I could build cars or even planes
Just like Henry Ford did in his days
When I grow up
When I grow up
I wanna help build a better world
When I grow up
When I grow up
I wanna help build a better world
, Shout to my man Chris Gibbs over at Union
Big shout out to Edison Shay and the Chopstick MC, the whole Kli family, yeah
F&f Hong Kong, what up! You know, it's mad long, right?
(Henry Lovell), shout to Keep Up Neighbour, San Francisco
(Nathan), shout to my homie Julian out in Paris, (Cabrerra)
Holdin' me and my man Jason down, much love!
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